The new recreation

Yesterday was like a bad New York girl's day chick flick and then it turned into heavy metal Party Monster (Chloe Sevigny was even there.) This btw, was all a good thing.

Nikki and I met to get neighborhood coffee and somehow ended up at Sephora buying her lady face things. Despite my recent gender rant about my newfound ladyness, I'd never set foot in that place before. Make-up counters in general scare the crap out of me. Who wants to face a stranger skilled in the art of analyzing your facial flaws? I braved it on Nikki's behalf and slowly but surely was seduced into turning over my face to the skilled tiny pixie pretty gay man manning the Lorak aisle. After looking at myself in the harsh lights in a 5x magnifying mirror I was defeated and helpless. I bought a $25 concealer/highlighter/blender ball combo that I'm still not sure how to use.

Next stop was Bloomingdales, Nikki was on the hunt for blush and I decided I needed red lipstick. After trolling counter after counter I found it. How well I was adjusting...former makeup counter virgin on a mission for that perfect $25 tube of red. 999, Celebrity Red, Dior. It took me about 20 tests to find the perfect shade, my hand was looking like that of a cutter. Severely neglected by the gay behind the counter we waited pleadingly to find out if they had two tubes, one for each of us to look like perfect floozies for New Years. The crushing response, NO!

Back to Sephora, they didn't have that color at all. Uptown to the other Bloomingdales...SOLD OUT! Where else? Barneys - No Dior. Bergdorf - No Dior. Uptown Sephora - Didn't carry that shade. Bendel - Nope. Saks Fifth Avenue, our last hope...found the Dior counter. Begging breathless we ask, do you have 999 Celebrity Red in stock pointing at our lips still stained with the Bloomingdales tester. YES! We got the last two tubes in Manhattan. And what do two ladies do after scoring the last two tubes of the perfect red Dior lipstick? Why, they go to Red Lobster to celebrate of course!

Nearly comatose after far too many cheddar bay biscuits we did what any ladies would do post Red Lobster post lipstick frenzy...we went to a thrash show and ate some magic psychedlic chocolate truffles and went wild. It was a sea of head-banging, dirty dancing, fist pumps, and grapes of wrath in the basement of Lit. Somehow I made it home without a red pentagram tattooed on my palm even though I was begging for a homemade one. However when I did make it home with my McDonalds breakfast takeout at 7:30 am, the Dior lipstick was smeared above my top lip. Glorious mess.

Crap on top of shit

In addition to my camera breaking my bike seat got stolen on Christmas. That somehow resulted in me spending money I don't have on a pair of boots. See the logic behind my life? Okay, neither do I. If my camera isn't covered by my warranty I told myself I had to return the boots because a camera is more important to my emotional well-being than boots are. Right? Right? Come on...help me be a good person. In other Beverly news...

Oh wait, there isn't any other Beverly news. I've been housesitting and hiding. I did eat a whole bunch of dim sum with a whole bunch of nice funny people on Christmas. I ate so many dumplings and cakes and balls I wanted to cry. I've never wanted to say, "I ate so many balls...I wanted to cry" before but it's pretty satisfying. But the balls were shrimp balls and the cakes were pumpkin and turnip. Oh well...Beverly: 1, Excitement: 0.

Oh no she didn't

Oh yes she did.

I can't help it

I'll always be rooting for Mickey Rourke and I'm not even sure why. Maybe it was that endearing pile of overwrought crap, Angelheart (which I totally love btw), maybe it was the pictures of him spending Fathers Day afternoon at a strip club, but after watching the Wrestler tonight I have to say, it's solidified now.



Being an avid reader of Dlisted I am usually informed as to celebrity shenanigans. I'll use the excuse of being a cultural studies major as my justification for being a pop culture junkie. I totally freaked out when I saw this post about Rourke. The train wreck was so intense it was almost beautiful.


You can see all the pics (highly recommended) at Splash

Regardless of your Rourke leanings, I encourage you to see The Wrestler. I was captivated by the whole film. Rourke was amazing and having grown up in the high time of 80s pro-wrestling, I felt the nostalgia hard. Also, Marisa Tomei was amazing (and looked incredible...44, wtf!) I almost cried like three times during the movie which is a lot coming from me. Nothing makes me cry. Not even Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 (okay, I think Sam was the only person who cried during that.)

I dunno, I don't write film reviews. But I just wanted to share. The movie was amazing. And if Mickey Rourke even just gets nominated for an Oscar, something will be very right with this world. It would be one of the most amazing pop culture moments ever.

Oh plus Todd Barry and Judah Friedlander are both in it.


Also, I freaked out when I saw this sign in the movie. I didn't know there was a pro wrestler called Necro Butcher and that Rourkes character was fighting the actual dude in the movie. I totally thought it was a Mayhem reference. Shows what kind of nerd I am.

Holidays Happen

And friends get excited. Here is my monthly look at my friends post:


Eggnog happens


Glen and his seasonal baja


Mama Ashley lookin' good.


Bad Santa


Why doesn't Glen look that happy when I sit on his lap?


I am an asshole. I did this to Paul.


Sad hippy


Lovely lady Jenny


Motorboating and chipped nail polish


Had J up against the wall at Enids


Brandi is a rager


Pete turned 30 at midnight


Pose hard retard


Pete turned 30 for real...this time in a tux


Model face


I know I promised not to blog this picture Angela, but I sort of love it


It looks like Randy is about to say, "Woman...please"


Redefining Battletits

Suicide Happened

And I was there. And Alan Vega touched my butt. Seriously. For like a whole minute. I didn't know what to do. He was being led off stage by security (there was a step and he was wearing his dark sunglasses. Brain stopped him to talk for a moment and tried to help him but Brain was also wearing shades. As he stumbled towards the step his hand found my ass and he used it to steady himself. Then his hand moved down a little further and he helped himself to a healthy grope. I didn't say or do anything. Does one really deny Alan Vega an ass grab? I wasn't sure how to respond after it happened, but I didn't have to. Eric came running up to me immediately after and said, "Oh my god, you totally just got groped. That was awesome!" Thanks Eric, that pretty much summed it up.

The Weapons played first:








Then the grizzled champions took the stage:




All the pics of Suicide look pretty similar. I wasn't willing to give up my prime view to get better angles.

Cable Vortex

I am housesitting for one of my favorite ladies, Jenny. Spending a lot of time with the kitty and back on the tv train again. Put hundreds of channels in front of me and I'll go directly to Bad Girls Club and whatever Real Housewives is on (although Orange County is totally boring compared with Atlanta.) I actually postponed my going out last night by an hour because I had to watch the finale of Rock of Love Charm School. And I actually had someone I was rooting for and for the first time in the history of reality television, my number 1 won.

I have my flute here and some books and I can't tear myself away from the tv. I think I've watched every episode of Bizarre Foods and No Reservations and am currently watching "bad girls" get wasted at a strip club competing at an amature strip night to pay their bills. One of them just talked about her tampon and another is prematurely naked and vomiting in a fishnet body suit. Nothing like getting alcohol poisoning on cable tv...not that Oxygen really counts...does anyone else but me pay attention to this shit? I could be finishing Balthazar and Blimunda or perfecting my scales but instead I'm watching two girls argue as to whether "my bad" is an acceptable substitute for "I'm sorry".

And now Tyra Banks is doing a special on shopping addiction. I'm so in. This makes me feel totally okay for spending $60 on two pairs of jeans, a vest, and a dress at Urban Outfitters even though I'm totally broke and my weekly unemployment didn't come through like it was supposed to today.